I wonder if my horoscope for the season read: you will spend the winter sick and bloated, but you will clean out your closet and find a new appreciation for sweatpants and oversized sweaters. Stop getting your eyebrows done on Sundays, and be prepared, even for the jobs you don’t want. 

I wish I had read this horoscope before winter began, though I’m not sure I would have done anything differently without the benefit of hindsight. From the comfort of my apartment, on my umpteenth sick day, I realize: I need to get the eff out of my comfort zone. 

Last week I bombed the final interview for a sick promotion, one I didn’t think I wanted at first, and then super duper wanted. And then didn’t get. All because I was a bit arrogant but mostly unprepared walking into it. 

My biggest concern about the interview? What to wear. I’ve been living in sweats all winter, with a side of  black jeans at work (casual office). Nothing professional from my old job fits anymore, so instead of psyching myself out, I stressed about clothes. 

Also: I keep paying the same person to mangle my eyebrows, all because I can’t pull myself out of my routine. I could go on literally any other day of the week, but so far I’ve only thought about it and walked around feeling like the evil villain in a Disney movie. For a split second I blamed my own failure on my eyebrows. 

It’s time for a change. 

This is what I want my spring horoscope to read: Thursday is a good day for eyebrows. Do your research, always arrive prepared, and don’t forget take care of yourself. Also, don’t take yourself too seriously. Zumba is a respectable form of exercise. 

Friends, I need a win about now, and since no good win comes without some effort, here’s the plan for the effort part: I’ll blog it. 

Of course, I don’t have a catchy name or anything, and in my Robitussin haze I’m not even sure how I’ll execute it, but here’s my commitment. That’s like, 99% of the process right? 

Now if I can just get off the couch…

These last months I’ve been embracing my Empty Nest syndrome. I’ve filed away all the important paperwork (and tossed the rest), I’ve cleaned out the closets, and I’ve made some grown-up friendly improvements here and there. (I know, it’s a bit mundane – making lemonade out of lemons, mojitos out of limes…) 

Here’s our before-and-after bathroom:  

  

   
And now, I’m super out of things to do. Next step: finding myself, or something like that. 

Muddling through isn’t the best part of life, nor is it the worst… It just is, I’ve decided.

Today I’m in a much better place than I was two years ago, when I decided to bare my deepest darkest fears to people I’d never met. And while I’m so glad for that (particularly since I got to meet all of you), I’m now often at a loss at the idea of posting to a blog that’s been dedicated to The shitstorm of my life.

So I’m moving on. Still muddling through, but moving on.

You know what else gets muddled? Limes and sugar. Stupid blog name probably, but that’s okay too. I’ll muddle through coming up with a Boss blog name. Most likely with your help.

I’ve cleaned up all my dark and scary posts, put them in a little box for now, and I’m starting afresh. I’ll always be more than happy to discuss the darkside, over coffee or a mojito preferably, but it will be less prominent here.

Here is now a space for me to just be. But I do promise to follow the cardinal rule of social media… all New posts will be one of the following: funny, informative, or just plain pretty. 

Fingers crossed.